Harry
had never understood just how much danger he was about to face.
Sure, he knew of the Unforgivable Curses and the horrid deaths they
could easily cause, but he never realized just how dangerous going to
war in the Wizarding World could be. There are many ways for a
Wizard to kill a person— many more curses and poisons that can be
conjured and severely more deaths that can be caused with just a
touch of magic.

In
muggle Primary School Harry had learnt of the muggle wars such as the
Great War and the Second World War, and so he knew of the desolation,
the trench wars and the arms race, and the violence that exceeded
anything he had ever learnt about at Hogwarts. However, he never
thought that Wizard's would fight in this violent fashion as well.
It had seemed to be something that any Wizard, Muggleborn or Pure
Blood, would never stoop to doing. But war can make civil people do
very inhuman things.

Harry
watched in devastation as daggers were thrown into Snape's arms and
legs by a magical force. There was little blood, for Snape did not
bother to remove any of the weapons from his body as he ran with all
his might toward a small trench Harry had made earlier during the
battle.

Hermione
had been hit with a foreign spell that rendered her legs immobile,
and she needed time in order to reverse the spell, so Harry did the
best thing he could think up. He carried her back from the front
line and spelled a ditch into the ground, giving her safety from the
battle and time to work and heal. After a short interlude, Hermione
had removed the spell, but others were becoming wounded and in need
of momentary shelter. Soon, the ditch had become a trench and those
that were wounded traveled there for time, shelter, and a chance to
Apparate to the large trench about a half-mile away, where Madam
Pomfrey and her helpers were stationed. It was just as though they
were fighting in the Great War instead of this war against the Dark
Lord.

Harry
was shocked out of his intent staring at his wounded Professor as a
Stupefy hit Harry squarely in the chest. He fell to the
ground from the force of the spell, but was not affected by it in any
other way, for Snape and Harry and concocted a spell to protect their
major organs from any and all spells cast with at least three feet
between the caster and the target. It covered the whole torso,
including the neck and head, from all sides. Their limbs were not
protected at all because the stretching of the spell over the entire
body would cause the spell to be easily broken, and the spell was
hard enough to cast as it is.

Harry
did not bother standing as he cast three Stupefy in quick
succession, knocking the Death Eater down and most likely rendering
him unconscious. As Harry stood he cast four more Stupefy at
Snape's attacker, Bellatrix, and managed to catch a glimpse of
Snape as the wounded man slid into the trench and out of sight.

The
battle field was still active, and Harry knew others would be sent
after him if he stood out in the open. So he told Hermione to watch
his back as he made for the trench, seeing as Ron— who was standing
just a few feet away— was currently engrossed in duel, which was
quickly turning into a fistfight, against Rabastan Lestrange.
Harry's trek to the trench was uneventful thanks to Hermione, and
he slithered down to sit across from the now blood-covered Snape.

"Need
help?" Harry asked in a deathly quiet whisper, staring at the point
where his and Snape's feet touched because of the trench's small
size. Snape grunted in response, shifting his wounded legs so that
they were in between Harry's bent legs. Snape's feet pressed
somewhat against Harry's crotch and inner thigh, but Harry ignored
his growing feelings and focused intently on removing the daggers
from Snape's legs and healing the puncture wounds they left behind.

As
he steadily worked on in silence a memory, in which Harry meet Snape
in one of the more run-down alleys near Diagon Alley, emerged into
Harry's conscious thoughts. Harry had been searching for ways to
create new spells and potions when Snape appeared out of nowhere. He
had looked intently at Harry, not smirking or scowling at him but
simply staring straight-faced at his enemy, before he turned with a
flourish of his big black cloak and started to run down the path.
Harry had jerked into action, running after Snape in a determined
rush, only to come to a screeching halt as Snape stood at a dead-end
with his back to the brick wall and his wand hand outstretched.

"I
am on your side," Snape said to Harry, lifting up with his left
hand a small Pensieve and, before Harry could react, thrusting Harry
face first into the bowl filled with Snape's memories. Inside the
Pensieve Harry had seen all he needed to see to know Snape spoke the
truth, as well as enough torturous memories of Snape's to last
several lifetimes. Harry had seen Snape talking with Dumbledore as
he discovered that he must kill the old man— his mentor— and
Harry had watched as Snape vowed with Dumbledore to kill him when the
time comes, and then vowed with Narcissa to protect her son and do
Draco's deed if he could not. Harry had looked on, despite his
wrenching gut, and watched as Snape killed Dumbledore, as Snape
mourned Dumbledore, as Snape tortured himself with starvation and
self-induced bruising over Dumbledore's death. Then Harry watched
as Snape regained sanity, as Snape remembered the second part of his
vow with Dumbledore, the portion of the vow that consisted solely of
the order; "Protect Harry."

After
his trip in the Pensieve, Harry and Snape joined forces occasionally—
when Snape's role as Death Eater under Voldemort permitted— and
created spells and potions to use during the war. They created many
useful things, but the greatest spell they made was Protector,
a conveniently named though hard to perform spell that protected
whomever the caster chose to protect. It is most effective if
performed by one person to protect another, for the magic is weaker
when the caster's intent is to save their own skin.

Snape
worked as a double agent until the previous battle, in which Harry
was surrounded by five Death Eater's, and the only person who could
get through and save him without dying in the process was Snape. In
all truth, Harry was very glad Snape was on his side.

Harry
grunted softly as one of the daggers stayed stubbornly lodged within
Snape's calf. Harry had thought better of pulling the dagger out
by hand, for the blade seemed to be very close, if not touching, the
bone in Snape's leg. However, magic proved difficult for the very
same reason. Each time Harry started to remove the dagger, it slid
against something, causing Snape's leg to twitch involuntarily and
the spell to break.

"Go
on and yank it out," Snape said, and Harry brought his face up to
peer at Snape. He looked like Professor Snape stirring a potion, for
he starred with such an intent focus at his arm; a focus that Harry
could only recall having seen on Snape's face when he worked with
potions.

"Professor,"
Harry whispered to himself, but Snape heard the minute sound all the
same.

"Beg
pardon?" Snape asked in his deep, thick voice that always gave
Harry chills. Harry coughed into his forearm and said nothing as he
wrenched the dagger from Snape's leg. Blood gushed forth, pouring
over Snape's leg and pooling on the ground around them, and both
Wizard's starred in shock for a split second.

"Fuck,"
Harry said with his eyes wide open and staring at the blood as he
healed Snape's leg in a rush. Harry managed to replace some of the
blood into Snape's body, but unfortunately it was not enough.
Snape was panting heavily with his arms at his sides, his face a
ghostly pale tinged with green. Harry gasped and slipped across the
muddied ground to Snape's side, propping Snape's limp body up
while he cast a spell to be rid of the bloody mess before gently
laying Snape down across his lap.

Harry
pet Snape's head soothingly as he cast a strong healing spell,
which forced the daggers out as well as healing the wounds the left.
Soon Snape stopped panting as his health was regained. With shaky
arms Snape lifted himself up, shifting so that he sat in his original
spot against the trench's dirt wall.

"You
should have done that earlier," Snape said with dark humor, a smirk
gracing his now considerably less pale face. Harry laughed softly,
turning to stare again at the point in which his and Snape's feet
touched, though now they were side-by-side.

"I
didn't know I could do that," Harry confessed to their feet,
"until now, of course." Harry felt, rather than saw, Snape nod
his head, his shoulder shifting slightly against Harry's.
Continuing to stare at their feet, Harry felt Snape move again,
shifting his whole body so that he could look at Harry's face
clearly and without straining his neck.

"It's
hard to see you down there," Snape said calmly, and Harry peered
sideways at him, finding no hint of humor visible in Snape's face
save for a slight glimmer in his eye. The glimmer reminded Harry of
Dumbledore and his twinkle. Harry always felt like crying when he
thought of Dumbledore, but this time was strangely different. This
time Harry felt happy to remember Dumbledore; to remember one of his
good qualities, and to have found this quality in Snape.

"I'm
good at disappearing," replied Harry as he smiled, mirroring
Snape's previous shift in position so that they were once again
sitting across from each other.

"So
I've seen," Snape said, the glimmer in his eyes seeping into his
voice, causing it to lilt with good humor, "Countless times, in
fact." Harry's smile broadened, his cheeks turning pink, as he
finally looked Snape in the eye. They gazed at one another for a
time, the thought of the battle lost from their minds.

Luna
Lovegood appearing in the trench with a thud, her left arm slightly
mangled and bleeding, was what finally drew the two Wizard's back
into reality.

"Luna!" said Harry
as he rushed to begin healing her wounded arm. It was an easy mend,
thankfully, and the three of them were back on the battle field in
less than a minute. Luna exited first with a helpful boost from
Harry, who scrambled out after her in order to help Snape up. Luna
stood guard on Harry's backside as he gave Snape his hand for
leverage, and after a short moment was taken to check the Protector
spells present on all three of them, they stormed the battle front
once more.

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